Inside Job

Inside Job

​Every battle fought and won,
​ until toward me
you turned your gun
​ not to kill but to stun.
Again, shots fired!
​ Along with me
you looked to see
and didn't know
​ convincingly.
​Then kneeling with a kindly mien,
you dressed my wounds
​ and wished me well
though every time I rose
I fell.
Weaker and weaker with each hit,
so little of me
I longed to quit
with no relief in sight,
bullets winging left and right.
​But nursing me, you'd softly say, "Have faith, my love.
Against the world
​ it's just we two."
​ So, how could I know
​ of your murderous coup?